aggression | luke hemmings

Chapter Thirty One

Becca's POV

At 8:30 exactly I wake up. Luke is still asleep, but I stand up and brush my teeth/hair, slip on some new clothes, and pick up my phone. Luke stirs in his sleep, reaching out his arm and grabbing my hand. I smile and kiss his hand, then go onto Tumblr.

I wonder how long it takes giraffes to throw up.

I laugh at that, although I've seen it many times it never gets old. I cover my mouth when Luke opens his eyes because of the noise, in should work on that.

"Morning love," Like smiles and sits up.

"Morning Luke," I say, "Did I wake you up?"

"Yeah, don't worry about it though," he shrugs. I nod and let him change, so I walk to the kitchen. I swing open the fridge and grab a bottle of water, but just after I take a drink I notice it has initials on the lid.

C.H. Great, I technically kissed Calum. I've technically kissed Ashton before as well, so I'm not too bothered by it but I still get a new bottle. Luke walks loudly down the steps, poking his head into the doorway of the kitchen. I wave and sit down at the table.

Luke stands behind me and lays his hands on my shoulders and then kisses my hair. He sits down across from me and stares at the table in front of him, a small smile on his face. He sits there for a while, not saying anything and not moving a muscle. I snap my fingers and chuckle when he doesn't flinch, he does this a lot.

"Earth to Luke!" I say, he jumps and blinks a few times.

"What were you saying?" He asks, blush on his cheeks now and it's super cute.

"Nothing, you just started staring at the table like it was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen," I chuckle.

"You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," he smiles. I grin back and intertwine my own fingers together, resting them on the wooden table.

"What do you want to do today?" I ask.

"I don't know... Isn't Ash going out with Lily today?" Luke asks. I'm pretty sure, so I nod. "We should ask him about it later."

"Definitely," I nod. I lean against the back of the chair and look at what time it is; nearly 9. Luke and I talk about things we might do and we decide to go out and eat.

I climb into the passenger seat of our black Ford. Luke drives off in the direction of the hotel, we're probably going to IHOP. I turn on the radio, the song Ours by Taylor Swift is on. Luke smiles ever so slightly, I only see out of the corner of my eyes though. I look out the window and wait until we pull up in the parking lot. I step out and walk over next to Luke, who takes my hand and leads me to the front doors.

We take the table we sat at last time, but there isn't anybody behind Luke or me to have annoying ringtones bother the whole restaurant. A short, skinny, black waitress walks up to us, and brings us the glasses of water that we ordered. She asks if we'd like anything else and so we get our food.

As we ate, we talked about random things. Things like the weather today, the future child coming, our friends, music all kinds of stuff. The usual.

When we get back into the apartment, I check the time on my phone and it says 10:11. I glance below the time and notice that it's Sunday.

"Luke, we need to go see your family today! It's Sunday!" I say, my face in my hands.

"Ugh, shit," He sighs and runs a hand over his hair. He changes his shoes into plain black Vans and puts his phone in his back pocket. "Are you ready?" He asks, pointing at me.